Cum Swallowing

Fantasy

Family Home Stay 4&5

Jim had been friends with Rupert for maybe six or seven years, since they were in junior high school together. They had shared many things together, had practically grown up together. Had double dated a little in high school, had told each other basically everything about their lives. They had first started jacking off together when high school was almost finished, and Rupert was the first to suck cock.
He sucked Jim’s cock for the first time when both had turned eighteen. Soon Jim had returned the favor, and they had been good suck buddies ever since. Jim wasn’t sure how he felt about this, and he had never sucked anyone else. He thought it might have something to do with his difficulty in getting and keeping girlfriends, but he liked doing it and wasn’t willing to give it up.
On their next suck session, Jim decided he’d tell Rupert about his adventures with his mother. It had been so hot he couldn’t hold it inside. As they stroked each other to hardness, Jim relaxed, feeling the practiced hand of his friend stroking his hard cock.
“It feels good,” he said. “But you’ll never guess who I did it with this week.”
“Not your girlfriend?”
“Of course not. You know her, I could never get past first base with her. This is someone really special.”
“Not a guy?”
“No, no. You’re the only guy I do.”
“Well, you haven’t told me about anyone else. So, someone completely new?”
“Yes and no. I would never have guessed either, but it’s my Mom.”
“Your Mom? Really? Well, she is kind of sexy and all, but . . .”
“Yeah, I know. It’s really kinky. But it was really wild too. She’s a great lay.”
“Wow, that must have really been something.”
“Uh huh. And guess what else? She wants you to come over next weekend.”
“Me? You mean maybe I can do your mother too?”
“Don’t know exactly, but hey, it’s worth a shot. What d’ya say?”
“Well, of course I’m game for it. Wow, I just can’t get over it. Your Mom.”
Rupert was clearly excited by the prospect, and he gripped Jim’s cock a little tighter, jacking him off forcefully and licking his lips. He looked down at the swollen glans in his hand and licked it, bringing a groan from Jim’s lips. Lowering his head, he swiped his tongue across the sensitive surface and jabbed it into the slit in the head. Jim leaned back and let his friend take over the action.
With little nibbling kisses, Rupert worked his way down the shaft of Jim’s hard cock. He felt it ripple in his hand and stroked it slowly. He took the head into his mouth and hollowed his cheeks with his sucking effort. Jim groaned in appreciation and curled his fingers in Rupert’s curly hair, drawing him onto his pulsing prick.
Gradually Rupert took all of Jim’s cock into his mouth, sucking it slowly into the depths of his oral cavity until he had the whole thing buried in him, poking past his tight throat muscle. He began fucking himself up and down on the lusty pole jabbing into his mouth. Jim responded by bucking his hips upward to meet the down thrusts of his friend’s hot mouth on his aching cock. He could feel the cum bubbling up out of his balls.
As he started to cum, Rupert withdrew partially, and Jim’s cum spilled onto his chin and cheeks. He put his hand back on his friend’s cock and vibrated it up and down rapidly, causing a torrent of white hot liquid to spew out in a furious shower. He smiled as Jim closed his eyes and his frame shook with the intensity of his orgasm. Little droplets were flying everywhere and Jim’s cock was red with the effort of expelling his gooey cum.
Rupert held on, letting Jim set the pace as he fucked his dick into Rupert’s hand, teasing out every last drop of pearly fluid. Rupert flicked his tongue across the tip of Jim’s dick and slurped the last bit into his mouth.
“You came good that time.”
“Yeah, you made me hot.”
“Um-hmm. And I’m getting hot just thinking about getting into your Mom’s hot pants. Damn, what a great story. I can’t wait to get some of that action myself.”
“Umm, yes, I love Mom’s sweet pussy.”
“Did you eat it?”
“No, not yet. She says that’s next to come.”
“Oh, I can’t wait to cum in her pussy, or eat her till she cums.”
“Or both.”
“Yes, both would be better.”
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“Did I tell you about our homestay girl?” Julia asked.
“Um, maybe you mentioned it, but I forgot.” Jim said.
“Well, it’s a Japanese girl, new college student, and she’s coming in a few weeks, first of the month. She’ll be here for the summer before she starts college. To take English lessons.”
“Oh really. What else do you know about her?”
“She’ll be staying in Jan’s room. Her name’s Mariko Naka-something. I’ve got a letter around here somewhere.” She rummaged around for the papers, and finally found the packet of information.
“Says here she’ll be studying nursing in the fall, and her English level is intermediate, whatever that means. She likes karaoke and J-pop. What’s J-pop?”
“I don’t know. Maybe Japanese pop? A kind of music? Or food? Like a soft drink?”
“No idea. Anyway, we’re supposed to meet her at the airport and get her settled in. She’s supposed to be like one of the family for three months, just do whatever we do.”
“Hmm. I wonder if that includes what we’ve been doing recently.”
“Oh you sly little devil. You’re already thinking about getting into her pants, aren’t you?”
“Well, you said whatever we do.”
“Uh-huh, but I’m not sure that includes fucking her little brains out.”
“Okay, how about yours, then?”
“Of course darling. I’m busy now, but when did you say your friend’s coming over?”
“Around six this evening.”
“Okay, I’ve gotta do some shopping and so forth, but I’ll be back by around four.”
“Sure, sounds super, Mom. By the way, when’s Jan coming back?”
“Oh, let me see. Next weekend I think. Yes, that’s right. And, um, two weeks after that is when Mariko will arrive.”
Jim went out to bicycle around, play some pickup basketball, and just loaf around the rest of the day. He had seen a photo of Mariko in the packet of information his mother had, and she looked cute. Her black was shoulder length with auburn streaks and cut in bangs across her forehead. Her cheeks were high and rosy, and she was small and slim, wearing a high turtleneck blouse and a dark skirt that ended well above her knees.
It was around two when Jim returned home, showered and changed into fresh clothes. He watched TV for awhile but became bored by it and fell asleep on the couch. He was dozing when his mother returned and had him carry in bags for her. After she bustled around putting things away, she went to her room to freshen up. Jim walked past her room when he went to the bathroom, and saw she was taking a nap on her bed.
She looked beautiful when she was sleeping. She had taken off her skirt and top and folded them neatly on a chair. She was lying under the sheet, her eyes closed and her chest rising shallowly with her breathing. He watched her for awhile, then padded off to the bathroom. He was sitting downstairs when Rupert rang the bell.
The two friends greeted each other, and sat down to play a video game. Soon afterward, Julia appeared. She was wearing a mini-skirt that rode high up her thighs, and a cream colored top that was loosely buttoned around her throat. She fluffed her hair and let if settle loosely around her shoulders. She smiled at Rupert and took his hand, then kissed him lightly on the cheek before going off to the kitchen to prepare something.
In less than half an hour she announced that dinner was ready. It turned out to be a soup and salad type of meal. No one was too hungry, and the miso soup, a Japanese concoction she had learned to make, was pleasant without being filling.
Soon they were finished and she had cleared away the dishes. The boys offered to wash up, and they went to the living room to sit and chat. Julia got a glass of wine for herself and iced tea for the boys. She sat between them on the couch, crossing her long legs and hiking her skirt up even higher.
Rupert was really excited, Jim could see it in his wild eyes and the flush of sweat on his forehead. Julia was smiling and relaxed, her head leaned back against the cushions of the sofa. Her legs swung easily and as she slid her hips forward, her skirt peeled upward. She closed her eyes and breathed in a big sighing breath.
“So, Jim tells me you two are close buddies,” she said.
“That’s right. Best buddies,” Rupert said. The two friends exchanged glances and nodded at each other.
“Very close, right?” she asked.
Jim thought he could tell where his mother was headed with this, so he answered.
“Yes, about as close as it’s possible for two guys to be. We share everything.”
“Everything? Even girlfriends?”
“Um, we don’t exactly have girlfriends right now,” Rupert said.
“And we never shared them when we did, but we did double date,” Jim added.
“Oh, so you don’t exactly share everything? Or at least you haven’t, yet.”
“Yeah, not yet,” Jim said, his mouth going dry as he looked at his mother’s smooth legs and slim thighs so close to him. He felt a knot growing in his throat.
“Maybe you’d like to,” Julia said and uncrossed her legs, smoothing her hands down her thighs.
Both of the boys stared at her legs, which were now slightly splayed, with her skirt practically up to her hips. Jim thought he could see a tiny flash of panties underneath and he started trembling with desire. Rupert was practically beside himself and he swallowed hard to try to find his voice.
“Don’t be shy, Rupert. Jim has told me about you two, and I’m sure he’s told you some about us, too.”
“Uh-huh,” Rupert stammered, his voice quaking with desire.
Julia turned toward her son and slid one of her long legs over his. She put her hands on his shoulders and caressed the back of his neck, then leaned toward him and kissed him gently on the mouth.
Jim felt her fingers on his neck and her lips pressed against his. He snaked his tongue out and hers joined it in a frenzied writhing dance. His erection started to rise in his pants as his mother kissed him in her sexy way. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest and his hands went to around her back and trailed down her sides. His fingers touched the sides of her breasts and she gasped, pulling in a sharp intake of air and moaning.
“Oh, you’re such a good kisser,” she said. “How about you, Rupert? Don’t you want to kiss me too?”
“Um, yes, Ms. Kendall,” he stammered.
“Julia,” she said. “We’re not formal here.”
She slid her leg off her son and swiveled to kiss his friend. Rupert was still a bit hesitant, but after a few moments of feeling the heat of Jim’ mother pressed against him, he loosened up and started kissing her passionately, his tongue swirling inside her mouth and wrapping around hers as he probed into her oral cavity.
“My my,” she said. “Two hot horny young studs. What’s a woman to do?” She clucked to herself as she positioned herself back in the center, with one hand on each of their thighs.
The friends looked at each other and exchanged grins. They both knew they were about to get the fuck of their lives from Jim’s sexy mother. She sat back on the sofa, letting her fingers tease up the insides of their legs. She traced a fleeting pattern over their dicks, which were both already straining for release.
“Well, don’t just sit there,” she said. “Show them to me.”
Jim and Rupert hesitated at first, but she nodded her insistence and they both started stripping off their clothes. As their shirts tumbled to the floor, she started unbuttoning her blouse. As their pants fell, she unzipped her tight little skirt. As they kicked off the last of their clothes, she ran a hand inside her bra and another inside her panties.
“Let’s see you work them,” she commanded and they again looked at each other for confirmation before beginning to jack off for her. They were standing in front of her, facing her, and Julia slipped her bra straps off, unhooked it and let it fall. She still had on her panties, but was now busily fingering her nipples.
Rupert knelt down to get a better view and she pulled him toward her chest. He opened his mouth and sucked on her tit like he was a baby sucking at his mother. Jim quickly joined him and the two suckled at her breasts with abandon as she caressed their necks and kissed their foreheads.
Julia led them where she wanted them to go. She spread her legs and gently coaxed Rupert down. He didn’t need much encouragement and began kissing his way down her body, toward the lovely joy box he could smell wafting its lovely scent up to his nostrils.
He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, spreading her out even more. Her panties shimmered as her legs moved, and her kissed the wet spot between her legs, nuzzling into the crevice just beneath their pink surface. She ground her hips into him, and his nose pushed inside her pussy, bunching her silky panties into a knot. She hooked her fingers in the waistband and lifted her hips so she could slide them down. Rupert took them in his hands and slid them off and tossed them aside.
Now he had full access to her creamy cunt and he wasted no time in going to work. He slathered her with kisses and worked his tongue up and down her slit, bringing little sobs of pleasure from her lips. Jim was massaging her breasts and tonguing the nipples. She threw her head back and he kissed the hollow of her throat, feeling her moans vibrating through her soft skin.
Jim kissed her on the mouth, pushing his tongue deep inside her just as Rupert found her clit. She cried out with the intensity of the feeling, and wrestled her tongue around her son’s as she gyrated her hips into the face of his best friend. Rupert stuck a finger into her cunt while he twirled her clit with his tongue and she gasped for breath, breaking off her passionate kiss with Jim.
“Oh, that feels fantastic. Where’d you learn to eat pussy like that? You horny little devil. Oh, yes, fuck me with your tongue.”
Jim moved back down to suck on his mother’s gorgeous tits, but after a short while she raised him back up. He looked into her eyes questioningly.
“Now I want you to do him,” she said. “Show me how you suck cock.”
Jim really wanted to fuck his mother. His dick was hard and hot for her, but since Rupert had his face buried deep in her cunt, he headed down to follow her directions. Sucking cock would taste good, and later he was pretty sure both of them would get to fuck her.
He positioned himself on the floor against one of Julia’s smooth soft legs. With one hand he started exploring the region between his friend’s legs. Rupert was going crazy eating pussy, his mouth making loud slurps as he gobbled down Julia’s nectar. His dick was hard as a lead pipe and Jim circled it with his hand. Rupert made fucking motions and fucked Jim’s hand as he lapped at Julia’s sweet cunt.
Slowly he worked himself into position so he could get his mouth on his friend’s cock. As his lips closed around the head of it, Rupert shuddered and thrust his hips forward. He was in the throes of passion and Jim thought he was just responding on an animal basis, just fucking like an animal, eating pussy and getting his dick sucked in complete contentment.
Jim started to get into his cocksucking, lavishing kisses on the hard pole as it exited his mouth, massaging the tender balls, and suctioning the rigid organ deep into his mouth. It was a super sexy moment. He was sucking his friend for all he was worth, and about to get a mouth full of cum to swallow, and Rupert was guzzling pussy like it was ice cream on a blistering summer day.
Rupert couldn’t last long under the combined assault and soon he was shooting a river of cum into Jim’s mouth. Jim struggled to contain it, but he wasn’t that experienced at cocksucking yet. It bubbled out of his mouth as Rupert jerked his hips forward in wild spasms. He pulled his mouth from Jim’s mother’s pussy and shouted.
“Oh, I’m cumming. Uh, Oh, right in your mouth. Oh, it feels so good the way you suck me.”
He drilled a finger deep inside Julia’s pussy and worked it into a lather as his rod sprayed buckets of gooey cum splattering over his friend’s face and into his gulping mouth.
“That’s it baby, finger my pussy,” Julia shouted, adding her screams to Rupert’s. “Oh, I’m almost there. Come on up here and fuck me son,” she said, knowing that Ruper was spent.
Jim clambered up from between his friend’s legs, giving him a pat on the back and grinning at him. He crawled to between his mother’s thighs and spread them apart, holding them posed in a wishbone shape and squeezing their succulent texture in his strong fingers. She shivered with anticipation as he lowered his dick to her already steaming pussy.
“That’s it, fuck me baby. Fuck your mother.”
Jim pierced her with one swift motion and jammed his dick in to her quivering cunt, sending a shiver up his spine at the intensity of the feeling. It always gave him an extra thrill to be fucking is own mother. He reamed her relentlessly, slamming his manhood into her with the reckless abandon of youth, filling her with his swollen member.
“Oh you little fucker. You sweet mother fucker,” she screamed at him, digging her nails into his back. “Fuck me. Make me cum. Come on baby. Do it to me.”
Jim pounded for all he was worth, feeling the slick shaft of his dick sluicing up inside his mother’s red hot cunt, feeling it grip him like a tight fitting glove, feeling it start to milk him of his creamy love juice.
He started cumming with ferocious intensity, letting out animal grunts that filled the air and drove his mother into her own orgasm. They shook together as his hot milky juice poured into her in spurts that rocked the room. Each hot blast overtook the one before and Jim was writhing in her iron grip as he shot his spunk deep into his mother’s wailing pussy.
Meanwhile, Rupert had gotten excited all over again and was busily fisting his cock to the point of another explosion. As Jim fucked into his mother and filled her pussy with his creamy cum, Rupert erupted and sprayed a hot fountain over her tits and face. She reached out and grabbed hold of his slippery prick to coax the last of its juice out. She clamped her lips on it and sucked his cum into her mouth, savoring the sweet juicy taste of it on her tongue.
As their breathing returned to normal, Julia sighed and wiped traces of the cum off her body. She licked these into her mouth or fed them to one of the two willing sex slaves who had just ravished her, and each other.
“You boys are really hot. I loved watching you suck your buddy off. Almost as much as I loved it when you fucked me and I got off.”
“You’re great, Julia,” Rupert said.
“Not like my Mom at all. You’re really a hot babe.”
“Thanks Rupert. You’re pretty hot yourself. Now, I’m up for a shower. Anyone want to join me?”
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Fantasy

A Bathroom Fling

Anna is a 17 year old who is graduating high school, and is tired of fucking guys who do nothing for her… Until she meets Derek.

Fantasy

How I Got a Harem: Blackmail

A month had gone by since Ashley and Tracie had shown up at my doorstep, and what a month it had been! I had two beautiful women living with me, loving me, and we didn’t see any reason we couldn’t continue that way for the rest of our lives. Little did we know, the party was about to get a little bit bigger…
The first time the three of us made love, Ashley whispered to me a desire to be fucked in the ass. I happily obliged, and since I’ve spent countless hours buried inside Ashely’s loving, heavenly asshole. Tracie was on board with the idea, she thought anal was intriguing and hot, and she loved to help me tongue and finger Ashley’s ass. But Tracie was still only fifteen and the thought of having her own ass invaded by anything, much less destroyed by my considerable cock, scared her. Ashley and I had tried to talk her into trying it, and while she’d expressed some curiosity, we’d never gotten her to take the plunge.
On a crisp Saturday morning, the three of us bundled up in winter gear and headed into the cold. It was just before Christmas and the I decided we needed a Christmas tree. There was miles of wilderness behind my property, whose land it was I had no idea, but I knew we’d be able to hike back there and find a nice fur tree plucked straight from the forest instead of off some lot.
The snow crunched under our feet as we weaved a path through the woods, throwing snowballs and horsing around for at least an hour. It was late morning and chilly. I had already cum once today, I had bent Ashley over the kitchen island and thoroughly pounded her cunt before draining my balls into Tracie’s waiting little mouth, and while everyday with these two meant multiple escapades I didn’t expect anything to happen out here.
Tracie and I had tackled Ashley into a soft snow pile, the three of us melting into a joint kiss, when Tracie suddenly pulled free. “Right now, I’m ready,” she said with eagerness in her eyes.
“What?” I asked.
“I want to try anal, right now,” she said hurriedly.
“Now? Out here?” Ashley asked.
“C’mon,” Tracie pleaded, fumbling to undo her snow pants, “before I get too scared and change my mind!” Tracie removed her jacket, there were still plenty of layers underneath, and laid it out as a blanket. She quickly pulled her snow pants and panties down to her knees and propped herself on her elbows, her naked, white, creamy ass pointed sky high and shone in the bright sun.
“You know what to do,” I said to Ashley. She and I had talked about fucking Tracie’s luscious ass numerous times, so we had a plan. “Tracie,” I said aloud, “Ashley is going to get you nice and ready for me. You just relax.”
Ashley knelt behind Tracie and leaned in. I watched as she gently spread her tight cheeks and Tracie’s puckered butt hole winked at us. It looked beautiful, a tiny dark spot an inch from her smooth pussy. Ashley moved in and began to soak her asshole, sending shivers through Tracie and blood to my cock. I was hypnotized as Ashley’s wiggling tongue wormed its way around and into Tracie’s tender hole. Ashley burrowed lovingly, moaning deeply as she finally tasted the one part of Tracie she never had before, and Tracie sighed and giggled as a gentle tongue tickled her sphincter. I watched for what felt like forever, my cock straining, until I decided it was time for the second phase of our plan.
Ashley and I had decided, based on experience, that it would be best for Tracie if my cock was thoroughly slick and lubed when I tried to fit it inside her virgin ass. In order to achieve this, I swung around behind Ashley and pulled her pants down. The cold air shocked my rigid cock, and by comparison Ashley’s warm, velvety pussy felt steaming hot. She purred as I eased my way in, gently fucking her, planning to use her juicy pussy as lube for our upcoming debauchery.
By this time Ashley had worked her pinkie into Tracie’s tight ass. Tracie mumbled and moaned, yelping at new sensations, but so far she hadn’t lost her nerve. The whole spectacle was enough to drive me overboard but I held strong, my cock throbbing and ready. I slid it free of Ashley and said it was time.
Tracie looked at my pulsing cock, glimmering and thick, and shuddered. “Mark, promise me you’ll take my anal virginity.”
“Oh, I promise!” I smiled.
“No, I mean, you have to do this, no matter how much I say no. I’m feeling scared again, I don’t think I can handle something so big, so I need you to force it in even if I scream bloody murder.”
“You can handle it, baby, you’ll love it!” Ashley sent encouragement.
“I just, I’m gonna say no, I’m gonna try to resist, ‘cause I’m too scared, so you have to force me, ok?” Tracie’s voice was trembling.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to fuck that ass whether you like it or not.”
I mounted Tracie and my cock pressed up against her impossibly tight hole. She bit her lip and I felt her whole body go tense. Ashley knelt behind us and reached her hand in to hold Tracie’s ass apart. I pushed down, slowly, and felt Tracie’s tender hole fight me. She screamed relentlessly, a violent echo pulsing through the forest, as I crushed my cock down into her. When the force finally bore her open her scream became an empty, open-mouthed, silent cry. Her ass spread to a width she’d never imagined, a tight ring suffocating my cock, and Ashley mumbled words of encouragement.
“Nahhhhh!!! No! Fuck, no! Mark, get out, get out of my ass!!!!” Tracie screamed at the top of her lungs.
“Nuh uh, baby, you’re ass is getting fucked!”
“Fuck! No, it hurts, Mark! Fuck! Please, please, please!” she cried. Somehow, this made the whole experience that much hotter. Her body squirmed but was held beneath my weight. Her ass twitched and clenched, but Ashley held her open and with each passing second I bore another millimeter deeper. To my surprise, Ashley got in on the action.
“Shut up, you little whore, you love it! This is how we treat little sluts like you, right Mark, we fuck every slutty hole on their bodies!” Ashley hollered. This surprised me enough, but then I felt a strange sensation deep inside Tracie. It was Ashley’s fingers, two of them probing deep inside Tracie’s pussy and rubbing the underside of my cock through her flesh. Tracie wasn’t just being anal fucked for the first time, she was being double penetrated.
By the time I’d gotten balls deep in Tracie’ ass she’d lost the ability to form words. She grunted each time my cock punched deep inside her and soon I was grunting as well, nearing explosion.
“That’s right, baby, he’s gonna cum in your ass! Your ass is just another cum hole for him, you fucking whore!” Ashley’s abusive language drove me wild, and I fiercely fucked downwards and landed deep in Tracie’s abused rectum. I unloaded, my cock spasming and pulsing inside Tracie’s ass. I filled her with hot cum, pumping it in deep, dark corners of her bowels.
The three of us collapsed together and laid for a long time in the snow, catching our breath. Tracie thanked us both for not stopping and we showered her with affection.
After picking out a tree we stumbled our way back to the house. As we walked, I noticed footprints in the snow that seemed out of place. I didn’t mention it to the girls, didn’t want to scare them, but I was sure there were human boot tracks that had followed us that weren’t any of ours.
The mystery of the tracks in the snow nagged at me for the rest of the day. We had made ourselves busy with Christmas decorations, but the whole time I was side tracked and concerned. By night fall I felt like we needed to get out of the house, so I suggested the three of us take the short ride into town and see a movie.
The little town nearby was a dinky, quite place. Even on a Saturday night, the one-screen movie house was just about empty. The three of us took our seats in a back corner of the big theater with no one around us for rows. Tracie was to my left and Ashley to my right, and I leaned back comfortably and put my arms around them.
By the middle of the film Ashley’s hand was beneath my belt and slowly stroking my cock. I looked around to make sure we were in the clear before slowly unzipping my pants and poking my cock through the fly. I heard Tracie giggle and Ashley wasted no time, lowering into my lap and smothering my cock. I closed my eyes and leaned back, letting the pleasure overwhelm me, and I drifted off and enjoyed a loving blowjob. Tracie gently ran her fingers through Ashley’s hair and my hand fell to Ashley’s ass. I turned to Tracie and we locked in a passionate kiss that didn’t break for most of the rest of the film.
Ashley had spectacular skill, it was like she knew my cock better than I, and she worked me thoroughly but never let me release. The blowjob lasted forever, it was heavenly, but I needed it to finish before the movie ended and the lights came on. Still kissing Tracie, I moved my hand up and held the back of Ashley’s head firmly. I began to flex my hips, fucking upwards into Ashley’s mouth and forcing my cock into her throat. Her soft gags were lovely. I moaned into Tracie’s mouth as a dense load of cum erupted and disappeared into Ashley’s belly.
When I finally opened my eyes I was shocked and scared to discover that someone had spotted us. Across the theater I saw a woman staring directly at me with a stern look on her face. I couldn’t make out much about her and I prayed she hadn’t noticed that one of the women with me was underage.
The movie ended and the stranger had already left, leaving me to wonder if she’d headed off to call the cops. But in the lobby I saw her, leaning against the wall near the bathrooms, and when my eyes met hers she motioned for me with one curling finger. Shit! What the fuck was going on?
When we got to my car I lied to my girls, something I didn’t like doing, and said I must have dropped my wallet in the theater and that I needed to go look for it. They offered to help but I insisted they stay in the car. I hustled back inside, afraid of what I would find.
When I reentered the theater I saw her there again, and she slipped inside the women’s restroom when she saw me. I looked around and made sure no one saw me before hustling in there myself. She leaned against a sink and had her arms folded, a coy smile on her face. She had dark black hair that flowed past her shoulders and as far as I could tell a trim figure. She must have been in her late thirties. She had on professional attire, a bit overdressed for the movies, and I noticed she had distinctly full lips. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t trying to guess how many cocks she’d wrapped them around, even though at the time I was scared and nervous. I also noticed she had deeply tan skin and, upon further inspection, she was certainly of Native American decent.
“I’m glad you stopped to talk with me, or else I’d have to call the police,” she said, frowning.
“Listen, I’m real sorry about what you saw back there, I didn’t think anyone was in the theater or else I never…”
“Yeah, public nudity and a blowjob are one thing, but a slap on the wrist for those. Now, anally raping a fifteen year old girl, that would really get some attention, don’t you think?”
I was taken aback. “I don’t know…”
“Yes, you do. Mark, you had your cock so far up Tracie’s ass it nearly came out the other end!” How did she know our names? “And you and I both know she was consenting, but that doesn’t matter if she’s underage. Plus, it wouldn’t be too hard for me to edit the footage and make it look an awful lot like rape.”
Holy shit. She had followed us in the woods! I had too many questions to ask all at once, so I cut to the chase. “Okay, look, is this blackmail? Because if it is I can pay, alright, there’s no need to let any of this leave this room.”
“Well,” she started to move towards me, “it is blackmail, but it isn’t money in return.”
I shook my head. “Well, what then?”
“I want in,” she said slowly, putting her hand on my arm for emphasis. She had large, hazel eyes that bore into me.
“You… wait, what?”
“I’ve been watching you guys for two weeks now, and I’m fascinated by what you have, Mark, and I want to be a part of it!” I could see excitement in her eyes as she spoke. “Listen, you should probably get back to them, but we need to talk about this. Meet me Tuesday afternoon, 1 o’clock, at the coffee place around the corner. And Mark, if you’re not there, I will go to the police.” I was stunned and she took the opportunity to plant her soft lips on mine. Then she left.
The next few days were torturous. Sure, I had more than enough fun with Ashley and Tracie, but I was distracted by the mystery woman from the movie theater and her shocking proposition. She was sexy, I wasn’t afraid to admit, but the idea of adding another woman to what was already a complex situation seemed ridiculous. Not to mention there was no way Ashley and Tracie would go for it. Our relationship was built of caring and affection, and this woman was trying to muscle her way in through force, and it would just poison the water.
Tuesday at long last came and I made a solo trip to the grocery store. Before hitting the market, however, I stopped in town for a coffee. Sitting in a corner booth was the woman, and she flashed a large smile when she saw me. She was looking at something on the table, some papers.
I got my coffee and sat across from her without a word, waiting for her to do the talking. “This is great stuff, really, I really enjoyed fingering myself to these,” she said, sliding a photo across the table to me. It was a clear shot of Tracie on her knees in the snow, my cock halfway in her ass. “Oh, and this one gets me every time!” she laughed, sliding another at me. It was a zoomed in shot of my cock, a stream of cum captured in mid-burst flying violently from me.
I covered up the photos nervously. “Okay, okay, look, what do you want?”
“For a while, I thought I’d hit the jackpot just taking these pictures. Watching you three was like having my very own, real life porn to enjoy. Then I realized, porn is nice but not really satisfying, and I had the opportunity to really join in. Haven’t you ever seen porn and just wished you could actually be there? Well, I realized this was my chance.”
“How have you been watching us for so long?” I asked.
“Mark, I’m a private investigator. Don’t worry, no one hired me or anything. I noticed you three a couple of weeks ago in town and somehow I just thought something was fishy, so I used my skills to follow you guys and see what was up. So what do you say, Mark? Can I be your third girl?”
I was flabbergasted. “Uh, I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Jessie. Mark, don’t you think I’m attractive? Don’t you think Ashley and Tracie would find me attractive?” she asked with pouting lips.
“Of course, I mean, you are, but it’s not the simple. I don’t think we could get the girls to go for it even if I wanted to.” I felt a soft pressure between my legs, Jessie was wiggling her shoeless foot against my package.
“Don’t you want to?” she asked with a smile. She nimbly flicked a button free on her blouse and revealed the top of wonderful, tan cleavage. Of course I wanted to.
“Well, yeah, but I don’t think it’s possible. And I don’t think blackmailing the girls is anyway to win their hearts. I mean, sure, you could force us to let you in, but it would be fake and loveless, it wouldn’t be genuine.”
Jessie smiled. “Mark, I’ve thought about this. I know that. Listen, the girls will never find out about the blackmail. The blackmail is just to get you to go along with my plan.”
“Which is?” I was intrigued.
“Ah, so you’re on board?”
“Well,” I paused, asking myself the same question. “Do I want to fuck you? Yes. Would you be a remarkable addition to my already unbelievable sex life? Yes. But I don’t want to fuck that up, understand?”
Jessie took that as an all out yes. “Okay, so here’s what we do. This weekend you tell the girls you want to have a big, Christmas blowout party. You get a lot of booze, decorate, the works, and the three of you get good and wild. Then, when the girl’s inhibitions have been lowered, you tell them you have a big surprise for them. Then you send me a text,” with this she scribbled a phone number down on her napkin and slid it to me. “You ordered a stripper for the party, that was the big surprise. I show up, we turn the lights down and I give a very intimate performance. By the time we get Tracie drinking schnapps out of my pussy the deal will be done. We’ll have a wild night and I’ll be in.”
Well, that certainly sounded like a plan I liked. “Hm, well, I’ve got to honest, Jessie. Even if that all goes as planned, I’m not sure that the girls will want you to join us afterwards. Who’s to say the next morning you leave and that’s that?”
“Trust me, I’ll be in. It’ll be organic, the girls will think it just developed magically. Only you and I will know the truth, and something tells me it doesn’t bother you.” I began to voice more concern but Jessie interrupted me. “Look, Mark, you have to go along with this. That’s the blackmail. You have to give my plan a try. If it doesn’t work, if the girls don’t want me in, then I won’t push it any further. You’re right, I can’t force my way into their hearts. So you have to let me try, but if it fails, I won’t bother you anymore.”
I guess I had no choice, what with the blackmail. Though, inside, I knew I liked this plan a whole lot…

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Fantasy

THE CHANCE ENCOUNTER-1: I BECOME A SLAVE

Most of my stories are like couples porn, but not this one. It involves many of the darkest sexual acts as a submissive older man and dominant younger woman find their way to love.
“Confusing, isn’t it?” I had just entered the market and turned into the produce area. I saw a twenty-something woman checking out the pineapples. She seemed to be fairly tall, but it could have just been that she was slender. Her jeans were tight around her hips and her ass was firm from where I was standing–all in all, a very pleasing sight. She placed one pineapple after another into her cart before returning it to the shelf. I walked up next to her so she could see me—I didn’t want to startle her when I spoke.
She turned, looked at me, and smiled. “Oh, damn!” I exclaimed.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well, when a beautiful young woman like you smiles like that I know you’re thinking I’m old and harmless.”
She checked me out, looking up and down my body before speaking. “Oh, I don’t think you’re so old,” she said kindly.
“Yeah, right, I’m probably old enough to be your grandfather.”
“Maybe,” she said pensively, “but…you’re not. Isn’t that what really counts? And from what I can see of you I doubt you’re even close to harmless. But I do see your wedding ring.”
“Yeah, I just haven’t been able to take it off since….”
“Divorce? I hope it wasn’t too messy.”
“No…lung cancer.”
She quickly brought her hands to her face. “Oh, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to….”
“No…really…it’s OK. It happened almost nine months ago and she smoked almost a pack a day right until the end. I must have told her 5,000 times….not that it did a bit of good.”
“Still, I’m really sorry. Uh, do you know anything about pineapples? I can’t make up my mind.”
“Actually,” I said immodestly, “you’re talking to the pineapple expert,” as I puffed out my chest. “Let’s see what they have here.” I handled several, discarding them as I explained that green was BAD. When I found a brown one I held it for her to examine.”
“Oh, that one looks good.” I shook my head “NO.”
“Just feel this one…see how soft it is. Unless you eat it in one sitting it’ll be rotten before you know it. It’s much too ripe.” I checked a few others before we chose one I thought would be just right. She put it into the cart. “Now that you have one, do you know what to do with it?” She stood there looking really cute and vulnerable before admitting she had no idea. “OK, do you have a cutting board?”
“Yeah, a wooden one,” She shrunk a bit when I cringed.
“How about a knife? You’ll need a long slicing knife that’s pretty stiff. Have anything like that?” She picked up the pineapple and put it back on the shelf. I returned it to the cart. “Tell you what, if you’ll allow me to treat you to dinner I’ll show you what to do with it and I’ll bring a cutting board and a knife with me. I used to cook a lot and I have plenty, so consider them a gift, OK?”
She said nothing for almost a minute then dug into her purse for a pen and paper. She gave me her address and phone number. “By the way, I’m Sam.”
Taking the paper I asked her, “Seven, OK? By the way, I’m Sam.” It took her a moment to realize I wasn’t teasing her. She began laughing as she pointed to me saying “Sam” and back to herself repeating her name. I soon joined in the laughter as nearby shoppers gave us some really funny looks. We parted after I told her I’d see her tonight.
Chapter 2
I recognized her address as a nearby apartment complex—one of the better ones in town. I ought to know—I designed and built it and I still own it. I climbed out of my BMW M5 convertible just before seven, retrieved a bag from the trunk and walked to her door. I rang her bell at 7:02. When she opened it I couldn’t believe how really striking she was. I thought she was extremely attractive in the market when we met, but she was gorgeous now. Her short light-brown hair framed her face perfectly. He blouse was cut low enough to show some cleavage; she looked like a B or C-cup, not huge but just right for her slender frame. She had excellent posture, something I had always found appealing in a woman.
She invited me in, asking what I had brought in the bag. I walked straight into her kitchen; it was small—a galley (of course I already knew that) that was clean and neat. I pulled out a pack of acrylic cutting boards. They were brand new, still vacuum wrapped in plastic. I also brought out a set of knives. She looked at them with amazement. “Are those…metal?”
“No,” I replied, “they’re ceramic. But, promise me you’ll be very careful with them—they’re extremely sharp.” To demonstrate I pulled a paper towel from the roll as I picked up a slicer. “This is too thin to work well on a pineapple, but this is just a demonstration.” I held the paper up and dropped it. By the time it had fallen a foot I had cut it into four pieces.
“Wow!” Sam exclaimed.
We talked briefly about where to eat and settled on a small Italian restaurant a few miles out of town. Once we were seated we made small talk. I learned she was a physician’s assistant specializing in orthopedics; she was shocked to learn that I had designed, built, and owned her apartment complex. Too soon dinner was over and I drove her back to her home. I walked into her kitchen, washed my hands and placed the pineapple on its side on the cutting board. I selected a chef’s knife and showed her how to cut the top and bottom—roughly an inch off of each end. Next I stood the pineapple up and sliced off the remaining skin, or rind. The rest was easy, discarding the hard inedible core, I cut dozens of small chunks. I picked one up intending to place it into her hand, but she had a different idea. She took my hand gently as she led it to her mouth. She put my fingers into her mouth as she licked and sucked them clean, locking her eyes on mine the entire time. I was amazed; it was the most sensual thing I had ever experienced. At least, that’s what I thought until she brought a small chunk to my mouth. I couldn’t help myself—I sucked those fingers and would have kept it up had she not pulled me out of the kitchen toward her bedroom.
We stood at the edge staring into each other’s eyes. I broke the silence, “Uh, you know, I haven’t done anything like this for more than forty years.”
“That’s OK, I have, so why don’t you let me lead?” She reached up to hold my head as she pulled me down for our first kiss. I ran my hands up her back as I held her so very close. Her lips were soft and delicious. They parted to let my tongue intrude. Our tongues danced together as our passion built. It became intense, so intense that it seemed we were trying to pull the two of us into a single being. In time she broke the kiss, “Wow, you are definitely not harmless.”
I laughed and soon she joined me before getting back to business. She pulled my shirt over my head before working on my belt. My pants fell to my ankles and when they did she hooked her thumbs inside my boxers, pulling them also to the floor. I never thought my cock was especially long, but it is thick—disproportionately thick. It’s about seven inches long but more than two inches in diameter. Sam took one look at it, returned her eyes to mine and commented, “I can see you’re definitely not harmless. You could do a lot of damage with that thing, but what fun it would be.” She came back for another long hot kiss as she tightly gripped my cock, slowly stroking it. When she broke it, she whispered, “Your turn; start with my skirt.”
I’ve always been good at following directions. I unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt, helping her to step out of it before carefully laying it on a chair. Turning back to her I placed my hands on the hem of her blouse and slowly lifted it over her head. That, too, I placed on the chair. Reaching behind her I unfastened her bra, exposing her lovely breasts. I cupped them in my hands, savoring their smooth firmness. “I wish they were bigger,” she whispered.
“I don’t,” I replied. “I think they’re perfect for you—just perfect.” I reached down to kiss her again. As we kissed I moved my hands down to slide her panties down her legs. I felt for her pussy. Her hair was trimmed, maybe a half inch long and shaved or waxed back from her legs. I could see her tan lines from what I would consider an extremely skimpy bikini.
Sam pushed me onto the bed and moved between my legs. “Uh,uh,” I told her, “not unless I get to do you, too.” Sam grinned and moved over me to 69. Her pussy was just above my face; her aroma was sweet, musky, and clean; I found it intoxicating. I put my nose right into her slit and inhaled. It had been so long—almost two years since I’d been able to eat a pussy. My wife had never really appreciated it, allowing me to do it more as a means of mollifying me than from her own desire. “Sam, it’s been a long time—almost two years—since I had any real sex so I don’t think I’ll last very long. I’ll try to warn you before I cum.”
“Why? I’d love for you to cum in my mouth. You’re really hard. Do you use something?”
“Yes, Levitra, why?
“Oh, planning to get lucky, eh?”
“Well…not planning, just hoping. I like to be prepared.”
“I’m glad you did. You’ll be able to keep it up for a long time, won’t you?”
“Yes, sometimes for an hour or more.”
“Good, after I take care of you we can work on me.”
“I’m planning on doing that now, but later…well, that’ll be OK, too.” I plunged into her sweet cunt causing her to moan. I placed my mouth so it covered her entire cunt, plunged my tongue into her and sucked like crazy. She jumped all over the bed.
“No fair, Sam, you needed to warn me about that. Damn, you do that so well.”
“Isn’t that part of the fun…the discovery?” Sam nodded as I returned to licking and sucking her juicy pussy, ignoring her swollen clit—that would come later, when I wanted her to cum.
Sam leaned down to lick all around my cock. “Mmmm, you do taste great—very masculine. I love doing this, by the way. She returned her attentions to my cock which was so hard I thought it might burst. Then she took me into her mouth, sucking me all the way into her throat. I could never believe that someone could swallow my thick cock, but she did! The combination of her tongue running up and down and the suction she generated felt incredible.
Like most men I would jerk off occasionally, more often since my wife’s illness and death. I’d found some pretty good free porn sites that helped stimulate me, but nothing I’d yet experienced was anything like this. I was glad Sam wanted me to cum in her mouth because it was coming on fast…too damned fast. I pulled off her pussy and barely got out the words, “Sam, I’m….” I exploded in her throat, driving a huge stream of slippery white semen into her stomach. Again and again cum rocketed into her, ending so much sexual frustration in just an instant.
I would have been justified in lying back and resting after such exertion, but would that be fair? Sam had done so much for me I just had to reciprocate. I turned my attention to her clit. Using my fingers I pulled back the hood. It was red and swollen with her desire and lust. I sucked it between my teeth. I was immediately rewarded with a major moan from Sam’s lips. I gently nibbled as I sucked big time. When I rolled my tongue over and around it I got what I was looking for—Sam shook and trembled, bouncing on my body like a ball. I put my hands on her firm butt to hold her as I released her button but continued to slowly lick her juicy slit until she finally came to rest. I twisted her around holding her in my embrace as we kissed again. She broke it a minute later still out of breath when she whispered, “You are definitely, absolutely not harmless. You are also definitely, absolutely amazing.”
“Funny, I was thinking exactly the same thing about you.”
Chapter 3
We lay in each other’s arms for some time recovering when Sam pulled back slightly. “Can I ask you a question, Sam? It’s kind of personal.”
“You can ask me anything after what we just went through.”
“I’ve had a few partners, after all I am 28, but I’ve never had anyone do what you just did to me. Your wife must have really enjoyed what you did for her.”
“Well, that’s not really a question, but no—my wife didn’t enjoy sex anywhere near as much as I do. I love it and I also believe in giving your best whatever you do. I’ve always loved eating a juicy pussy, unfortunately I rarely had the chance—she let me only so I’d leave her alone.”
“Did you ever cheat on her? I know I couldn’t live with someone who didn’t want to make love with me.”
“I’m not the kind of person who cheats—at anything. For example, ever hear your neighbors? You have four of them. I could have saved almost a million by eliminating soundproofing in these buildings, but then they’d be second rate. I never do anything second rate if I can help it. Of course, I’ve made up that money several times because the apartments here are so desirable. I’m sure you know there’s a waiting list for openings.”
“Wow, I never even thought about stuff like that. I guess that’s why you’ve been so successful. I didn’t even realize you were THE Sam Warner until dinner. You’re like a legend in this town. No wonder so many people were looking at us in the restaurant…but you’re such a regular guy. You even help maidens in distress…OK, I don’t quite qualify as a maiden, but you know what I mean.”
“Sam, I started out as a poor farm kid. I had to work my way through college and graduate school. Sometimes I even had three jobs while going to school full-time. I learned that humility and hard work mean a lot in life. I’ve always been what you call a regular guy.” While I was making this little speech Sam had rediscovered my cock, rubbing and stroking it slowly but firmly, hardening me in the process.
“I’m glad you always try your best, Sam,” she told me, “because now I want to fuck you.”
“Sam,” I responded, “ I don’t have any condoms.”
“Not to worry—if you’ve never cheated I’m sure you’re safe and I promise you that I am, too. Besides, I’m on the pill, so nothing to worry about,” and then, giggling, she continued, “except getting me off!”
“I’m yours to command,” I whispered just before engaging her in a torrid kiss as I rolled her on top of me. I rubbed my cock, now like granite, into her slit. She was ready—her cunt was soaking wet. I pushed firmly into her, stopping when I was about two inches deep. I pulled back and pushed again—three inches. So I continued until I was balls deep in her pussy. My girth made most pussies tight, but Sam was incredible—hot and tight like a circular vise that squeezed my cock firmly.
Sam took a minute to grow accustomed to the massive intruder then she began to rock, slowly grinding her clit into me. I’d selected this position for that reason—she could control her pace en route to, hopefully, several mind blowing orgasms. Sam began a circular motion, rotating on my cock, and rubbing her clit in circles, as well. I reached up to massage and fondle her breasts, flicking her sensitive nipples and pinching them between my fingernails. Sam gazed down at me, showing her appreciation for what she was experiencing by moaning with every breath. Suddenly she leaned all the way down to kiss me fiercely, gripping my head with both hands as she thrust her tongue deep into my mouth, her lips mashing into mine. She was a woman possessed by her lust.
There was a slow but steady increase in Sam’s tempo as she began to ram her clit into me. I reached down to help release her clit from its hood. The expression on Sam’s face told me it was a good move. She began to pant, her breaths rapid and shallow. Her moaning was louder and more frequent—virtually non-stop. To help her I pushed up into her for the first time, driving her almost a foot off the bed. I could feel my cock drive into her cervix. If it hurt her she never showed it; she was in rapture in her pursuit of orgasm. Now Sam had picked up the pace, rubbing and moving my cock in her tunnel as though trying to break it. As suddenly as she had started she stopped. I could see tiny rumblings running up and down her entire body. She rocked three more times and as she exhaled she emitted a guttural scream. Her orgasm had taken possession of her body; all she could do was react as her muscles rippled in paroxysms over and over until she collapsed onto my chest. Sam was breathing hard as she recovered. I was still hard so I moved my cock within her hot slimy cunt. I was hoping I could get at least one more orgasm out of her.
She turned her head to nibble my ear. I almost jumped when I felt her tongue in it. This woman certainly knew what buttons to push. I was still hard, pumping slowly in her gooey cunt, and now I desperately wanted to cum. I thrust repeatedly and deeply into her. “Good boy, do what mama wants and you’ll get a wonderful reward. Drive it into me…ram that thick cock into my tight wet cunt. Yes, I do use that word. That’s what I have –a tight wet cunt that wants to cum again and again with you.” We began moving together, my rock hard cock bending within her tunnel, her clit rubbing into my pubic hair repeatedly. I pushed hard, determined to hit every square millimeter of her cunt. We were both breathing heavily from our exertions. I could feel her clench around my cock so I was pretty sure she was getting close again. I was accustomed to cumming maybe once a week so it was going to be a struggle for me. Sam sat up, I thought to get more pressure on her clit, but I realized her real intent when she pushed two fingers into my ass to massage my prostate. That turned out to be exactly what I needed. It pushed me over the edge. My balls clenched as I could feel my body eject fluids evolved over the millennia to maximize reproductive opportunities. Literally millions of sperm shot into Sam with every potent spurt. I sagged into the mattress, spent, but I still had a job to complete. I gripped her clit firmly between my fingers rubbing it furiously until she exploded in her rapture. I rubbed and massaged her back as we rested. “What now?” I asked her.
“Sleep,” she replied, pulling the blankets over us. “Everything else can wait until morning.” She snuggled that fine ass up against me, pulled my hand to her breast, closed her eyes and went to sleep. I followed her a moment later.
Chapter 4
I awoke early as always but this time I found myself looking up into a pussy covered in dried cum and juice. “Is this my reward from last night?”
“Yes, it is,” Sam replied, “I’d love to have you lick and suck my cummy pussy.”
That was good enough for me! I leaned up to begin cleaning her. I started with her thigh; it was firm but so very soft. I licked up from her right knee toward her pussy, removing any encrusted material I could find. When I was satisfied I moved to the other thigh—the left. She had lain on her left side so there was much more here due to gravity. There was so much here I was able to chew once I had cleaned the material from her skin. As I got closer and closer to her pussy I could see how encrusted it was as a result of our multiple couplings last night. I sucked and licked her clean. Of course, all this licking and sucking had the obvious effect. Sam was groaning and grinding her pussy into my face so actively that once I had finished cleaning her I went right on to make yet another mess. It was worth it though as Sam had another sensational orgasm before falling in a heap onto my head.
“Fuck, Sam,” she whispered in my ear, “that is one great way to start the day. I could really get used to that.”
I smiled and kissed her, allowing her to taste herself from my lips and face. “I don’t think I’d mind that myself.” I took her hand, leading it to my cock. All my work so far had made me hard again—hard enough that it actually hurt in spite of having cum several times the previous evening. Sam wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly but strongly.
“Oh, Sam,” I groaned, “Jerk me off…please…please jerk me off.” I looked into her face and was surprised by the expression she wore. It was one of power and dominance—one I would come to see many times in the weeks and months ahead. She sat up and, moving a breast to my mouth, went to work on me. She spit on her hand, rubbing it into my cock. Not quite satisfied, she sat up farther so she could drool saliva onto my helmet. She must have done this before because she was doing a great job, rubbing the helmet with both hands while running up and down my shaft. I felt I was getting close; my breathing was heavy and rapid. My cock shook and jerked as I blew a load a foot into the air. Five times cum spurted from my cock, settling mostly on my abdomen and Sam’s hands. She squeezed the last drops out of me then surprisingly brought her hands to my mouth. I licked and sucked my own jiz from her fingers. She managed to scrape up almost all the semen she could find and when she did I drank and sucked her fingers clean. I had never done anything like that before, but it was surprisingly hot and something I’d definitely do again.
It was Sunday morning, a time I usually went to church, but I figured I could miss for such a special occasion—it wasn’t every day I was entertained by a super-hot 28 year-old woman in her bed. We rose and showered together, ate a simple breakfast and went back to bed. We fucked all day and just before we went out to dinner Sam asked me about tomorrow. “I have a lot of time off coming. I’ll use some of it if we can stay together. I called my office, leaving a message that I’d be taking some time off and when I hung up she did the same. I suggested we go to my place so we could have the privacy to be outdoors and use the pool. Sam packed a small suitcase and also brought a mid-sized leather valise.
I live in the country just outside town on fifty acres of heavily wooded land. I have two acres cleared near the middle so there’s plenty of space buffering me from the nearest neighbor. Additionally, I have an eight foot high privacy fence surrounding the back yard where I have the pool. My wife and I used to swim naked there in complete security and privacy. I parked the Beemer in the garage and led Sam into the house. I offered to carry the bags, but Sam insisted on carrying the valise herself.
As the week progressed I noticed that Sam was becoming more and more assertive and more demanding in what she wanted and expected me to do. As she did I became more submissive to her, allowing her to control our activities and dominate me. It was Saturday morning, exactly one week since we had met that I was eating her pussy. “Do you enjoy pleasing me, Sam?”
“Yes,” I replied, “I love it.”
“What would you do to please me, Sam? How far would you go?”
I looked up from her pussy, my face glistening with her juices, gulped several times before telling her, “Anything…I’d do anything.”
She rose from the bed standing above me, her hands on her slender hips like an Amazon—a goddess—so strong, determined, and forceful. I knew I could not resist her. “Well, let’s see, shall we? Finger my ass, Sam. Fuck my ass with your fingers.” I moistened my fingers in her cunt and pushed them into her ass. I was licking and sucking her clit while working her tight ass when she told me to stop. “Take your fingers out and lick them, Sam. Put them in your mouth and suck them clean.” I looked up. Her eyes were locked onto mine, her expression one of authority and domination. Meekly I pulled my fingers out and put them into my mouth. I licked them clean, sucking off any remnant of her ass. “Show me,” she demanded. When I did she smiled, patted my head and told me, “Good boy. Now do it again.” I repeated, fucking her glorious ass for almost thirty seconds before plunging my dirty fingers into my mouth.
“Again?” I asked.
“Yes, once more—both hands this time.” I moistened two fingers on each hand and plunged them into her ass. “Deeper, Sam, put them in all the way.” All four fingers were in her ass. They rubbed her bowel walls with every stroke. After a minute this time Sam told me to stop. “That feels incredible, but that’s not the point of this exercise, is it? Take them out and clean them—all four in your mouth, now.” I licked and sucked those fingers furiously until they were spotless. I grinned when I showed them to her. “Very, very good, Sam; I do believe you.”
I was about to return to eating her cunt, but she stopped me. “We can finish that later. We have more important business to deal with now, Sam. You like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you?”
I hung my head in submission, looking up at her standing tall over me and whispered, “Yes.”
“I didn’t hear you, Sam.”
“Yes,” I repeated, “I love it when you tell me what to do.”
“You enjoy being dominated and controlled, don’t you?”
I gulped, my head down in submission, “Yes…Yes, I do enjoy it. I love it when you dominate me.”
“Good boy, Sam, I think you’d enjoy serving me as much as you enjoy servicing me, wouldn’t you?”
Again I replied meekly, “Yes.”
“Do you fully understand what I’m suggesting—that you would be at my beck and call to use as I wish—to use you and, perhaps even abuse you—your body to give me pleasure?”
“Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”
“Good, again, now if you’re going to serve me, what will I be? What will my role be?”
“My Mistress?” I gulped.
“Correct, now what will you be?”
“Your slave.” I hung my head again, deeper in my submission to her.
“Is this what you want to do—be my slave?”
I looked up at her again, my eyes pleading, “Yes…oh, yes…it’s what I want. I want to serve you. I want to be your slave.”
“Excellent, now come here and kneel at my feet.” I scrambled down to kneel near where she was standing. I was totally submissive to her. “Stay here!” She left the room, walked into the closet, and returned with a long thin object and her valise. She opened it and placed numerous items on the bottom of the bed. When she was finished she pointed me to the first item. “What’s this?”
“A paddle,” I replied just above a whisper.
“Right, and this one?”
“A riding crop.”
“Very good, slave. And this one?” It was the long thin object I’d seen her carry.
“A cane.”
“And why do I have these items?”
“To discipline and punish me if I am bad and don’t please my mistress.”
“Excellent, now what are these?
“Restraints, so you can do anything you want to me—secure me during discipline or for your sexual pleasure.”
“Good, and these?”
“A cock cage and restraining rings, so I don’t play with myself, get erections, or cum without your permission.”
“And the final one?”
“A collar, to remind me always that I am your property, to remind me that my body belongs totally to you.”
“You’ve done very well, slave, but I have still one additional item in the valise. Take it out and tell me about it.”
I reached into the valise and removed a strap-on with a big dildo, almost ten inches long and very thick. “It’s a strap-on,” I explained, “so you can fuck my ass to remind me that every part of my body is yours to do with as you please.”
“I am amazed by you, slave. You scored a hundred. Now come over here and put this on.” She had pointed to the cock cage. I unlocked the brass Master padlock and selected what I thought would be the correct size ring—it had to be tight, but not too tight. Carefully I pushed my cock into the steel ring followed by each of my heavy balls—it was a very tight fit. I took the other part, added a bit of lube, slid my cock into the stainless steel cage and brought the two pieces together. I locked them and handed my Mistress the key.
She had picked up the collar. It was solid stainless steel, hinged in the middle, about a half-inch high and an eighth thick. She wrapped it around my neck—it was also a fairly tight fit– and fastened it together. “This uses a special set screw with an irregularly shaped Allen wrench. Once I put it on you only I can take it off.”
“I won’t take it off, Mistress, I won’t want to. I’ve been praying all week for this moment.” I looked up briefly to see the wrench suspended between her magnificent breasts by a thin silver chain.
“Now I need to make sure you understand and accept my authority. Pick out one of the punishment implements for me to use on you.” I moved to the other side of the bed, selecting the cane. It was a four-foot piece of flexible bamboo. “Interesting, slave, you picked the most painful one.”
“I want you to know how much I want to serve you. Where do you want me, Mistress?”
“Come here and lean over the table.” I did while she retrieved the restraints. She ran a rope from my right wrist cuff around the leg at the other end of the table across to the leg opposite and tied it off tightly at the cuff on my left wrist. She tied each leg cuff to the table legs beneath me. I was spread eagled at the edge of the table. She picked up the cane and whipped it through the air. Finally, she was ready. Whoosh-smack–the cane bit into my buttocks.
“Thank you, Mistress, I needed that,” a tear forming in my eye. The pain was exquisite.
Again, she swung, cutting a welt into my ass cheeks; again I thanked her. Ten more times she swung and connected before she figured I’d had enough. It was worth suffering the pain to feel her soothing hands caress my ass immediately following my punishment, but I knew she wasn’t done yet. She stepped into the strap-on, lubed it as well as my ass and pushed it into me. Truthfully, it hurt like hell but I wasn’t going to complain. Eventually, my ass relaxed and the nerve endings in my anus began to appreciate the intrusion. I’m sure I would have gotten a massive hard-on had I not been wearing the cage which was specifically designed to prevent me from getting an erection. All the same I had been close to cumming just from the action in my ass. My Mistress must have noticed because she remarked, “You liked that too much; that wasn’t much of a punishment.”
She untied me, attached a metal link leash to my collar and led me to the bathroom. “I have to pee. Get into the shower with me and kneel. Open your mouth and let’s see how much you can catch and drink.” She placed one leg on the shower seat as I scooted into position. She started when she thought I was right under her pussy. Her hot urine trickled down onto my face until I moved, catching almost all of it in my mouth. “Drink it!” she ordered. I did. When she was finished I moved up to lick away any remaining droplets. After drying myself she returned to the bed.
She fluffed the pillows and sat back at about a sixty degree angle and spread her legs. “I believe I interrupted you, slave.”
“Thank you, Mistress, I love eating your delicious pussy.” I dove in with a relish. I licked and sucked her for almost thirty minutes before she begged me to make her cum. Even a slave has some power. I sucked her clit—hard and hot and extremely swollen—between my teeth. She came so hard she squirted repeatedly, bathing my grateful face in her juices.
I looked back on the events of the past week quite pleased with the outcome. Sam Warner was one of the richest and most powerful men in the county, if not the state, yet I was willingly the slave—the property–of a 28 year old woman. I didn’t tell her, but I had been a slave before—for more than forty years. My wife Marjorie had also been my Mistress. I would come home stressed from building my empire but, once there, she made all the decisions for me. I always told people that she wasn’t much into sex, but, in fact, I ate her or fucked her or she fucked me every single day of those forty-plus years. I had been looking for a Mistress ever since she had died, and now I had found one.
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Drill Sergeant Domination part III

This is a work of fiction. While I was a Drill Sgt at one time I never slept with Soldiers or put myself in such a position. But I always thought that it would make some really good erotic stories and here is what I have come up with. This is my first attempt at writing and would love any input.

Fantasy

Me and my Bro Part 2

Let me in Izzy! I gotta get dressed!” Damn, the bitch locked the door. One day she was going to have to accept that this was my room too.
“One minute!” She shouted, sounding out of breath.
I wondered what she was doing. “Open the damn door!” No response from her again.
“Fine. You wanna be a bitch then I’ll just let myself in.” I muttered to myself as I walked to the kitchen for a butter knife, the only thing that can force the door open without breaking it. I went back to the bedroom door and stuck the knife in between the door and wall, prying it open.
The door gently swung inward to reveal Izzy on her hands and knees, naked with her fingers stuffed in her little pussy and ass. She was squirting with her face biting into the pillows so I wouldn’t hear her moans. My mouth dropped.
“Izzy what the fuck are you doing?!” The words just slipped out before I could stop them. She scrambled for her blanket, covering herself. I couldn’t move. I was in shock.
“Get out!!” She screamed, her face beat red. With only a little hesitation I grabbed the door knob and slammed it shut. I leaned against the door.
What the fuck did I just see. I thought. I replayed the scene in my head. My dick twitched each time I watched her squirt in my mind. I was hard the moment I witnessed it. I had been fantasizing about my baby sister for a little over a year now. Ever since she hit sixteen and those full plump C cup tits grew in and that firm thick ass developed, but I never knew she could do that. I’ve had plenty of chicks that squirted but never like that. Her pussy gushed like a waterfall and it was so fucking hot.
My cock throbbed painfully in my boxers, poking out. I couldn’t let her see this. She couldn’t know that it turned me on. She’d hate me! She’d be disgusted!
I had to settle my boy down before she came out, so I went to the living room, sat on the couch, and focused my mind on everything but that little scene I just witnessed. Only a few minutes went by before I heard her exit the room and enter the bathroom. Cautiously I crept into the room, changed into a black T, some blue jeans and my shoes. I grabbed my keys and wallet and exited the room closing the door. I heard the shower water running and I instantly began thinking about that wet pussy. I wanted to open the bathroom door, yank her out of the shower, pin her to the bathroom tile, and take her virginity. Ramming my ten inch thick cock deep, regardless if it hurt her.
I snapped myself out of that day dream before I could get stiff again, practically sprinting out the front door and hopping in my jeep. Before I knew it, I was on my way to Mike’s house.
Mike was originally supposed to come here but after what I just saw I needed to tell someone and it wasn’t going to wait. I usually figured my problems out on my own but how would I ever be able to speak to my sister again without those images in my head. It was easy when I didn’t have a clue what was under her clothes. Now it was going to be unbearable. I never told anyone how much of a freak I am. I assumed everyone would flip if they found out I had the hots for my sister so I kept it secret. It was difficult. Every guy that looked at her made me want to scream and tell them that she was mine and only mine, and if they were to even peak at her again, I’d smash their face. But I couldn’t and that frustrated me. Frustrated me so much that I took it out on her by treating her like shit. I hated her for making me feel this way. I called her names, put her down, and kept anything with a dick far, far away from her. She was isolated, depressed, and obviously in need of some loving. God I was such an asshole. If only I knew how she would have felt if she knew I wanted her. If only I could have told her the truth.
I pulled into Mike’s driveway. He had just locked his front door and was giving me a ‘wtf’ look.
“I thought I was coming over to your house?” he said as I slid out of my jeep and scurried my way over to him.
“I’ll explain inside.”
“Oookaaay then.” He unlocked the door again and we went inside.
“What’s going on man? You seem… I don’t know… flustered.” I raised an eyebrow at him and he just shrugged like he didn’t even know what flustered ment.
“Why don’t you get us some some rootbeers and meet me in the living room,” I said before I walked off and sat on the couch. Mike always had cans of rootbeer in his fridge. I was trying to figure out a way to confess this to him. He sat down in the recliner next to the couch and handed me my drink. I decided to start with walking in on Izzy. I blurted it out before he could ask what was wrong again.
“I walked in on Izzy masturbating in our room.” His face slowly changed. He looked shocked, but a huge smile stretched from ear to ear.
“No waaay! Oh my god are you okay? Fuck that must have been awkward! What did you do?”
“I just fucking stood there like an idiot. I didn’t know what to do until she screamed at me to get out.”
“What did it look like? What position? Tell me everything.”
His excitement about this disgusted me. I knew he wanted to bang my sister. He was trying to come off as curious and concerned but I know he wanted something to fantasize about later and that made me want to rip his adams apple out of his throat. I also knew that describing the whole scene would get me hard. Maybe it was better for him to find out this way. It was easier at least.
“She was on her hands and knees.”
He looked puzzled for a second.
“You know. On her belly with her ass up, legs spread like doggy style. Her pussy was wide open and she had her fingers in both holes.” The images floated before my eyes and I felt my dick twitch with a rush of blood.
“Her ass too?!” He questioned incredulously. I just nodded, imagining how tight her pussy would be. I wanted to get hard and I wanted him to see it because I wanted him to find out. My dick was rock hard as I imagined pounding away at my seventeen year old sister’s tight ass. I felt my face redden when he noticed. He looked confused at first and did a double take to make sure he wasn’t imagining my huge erection. He eyed me cautiously, peering at me through slitted eyes.
“You want to bone your sister don’t you?” He questioned still eyeing me. I kept my mouth shut and looked away.
“Oh my god! You do, don’t you!?”
I decided to stay silent and let the truth sink in. I watched his face go from shock, to surprise, to denial and then acceptance. He stayed surprisingly calm. A few minutes of silence flew by.
“What are you going to do?” He asked.
“I don’t know.” Was all I said.
“She doesn’t know?”
“No she doesn’t.” I was pleased he wasn’t judging me.
“You don’t know if she feels the same way?” he asked and I shook my head no. We sat there in silence. I bowed my head contemplating what I was going to do. I heard Mike’s Xbox 360 boot up and I turned my head to see a controller in Mike’s hand and the other one was being handed to me.
“Zombies?” I asked. He nodded. I grabbed the controller as the game started.
“Lets fuck up some FUCKING ZOMBIES!!” He screamed and I laughed, all my tense muscles relaxing. At least he could help me forget about this for awhile. It was good to get it off my chest.
Time flew by. It was nearing sunset and we finished four rootbeers each and a giant bag of cheetos.
“Fuck! Hell hounds!” I exclaimed. We were on the brink of being overrun. Mike and I were the only two left out of the four.
“Damn there’s too many! I could use some help you know. You really gonna let a bro die?” Mike said vigorously thumbing the controller.
“If you die on me I swear to god Mike!” In that instant, three zombies broke the barricades and killed him.
“Fuck!” I yelled jumping up. He was hysterically laughing so I punched him in the stomach.
“Ow! Asshole!” He said trying to stop laughing. We eventually calmed down.
“Well I better get home.” I said finally.
“Alright. My moms probably on her way here anyways. Help me clean up.” We cleaned up the cans and chip bag. He stopped me before I could leave.
“Hey I just want to say, I honestly don’t support how you feel about your sister but you’re my best friend and I wouldn’t let your disturbing needs get in the way of our friendship. So as your best friend, I’m telling you, you should probably tell her. What do you have to lose? Absolutely nothing? She’s your sister. She will have to learn to accept it. She lives with you.”
I knew he was right. I was just afraid of rejection. I had to face her.
“I guess you’re right. Thanks Mike.”
“Let me know how it goes man.” He called after me as I climbed in my jeep.
“No problem.” I called back and pulled out of the drive. I hurried home. I wasn’t supposed to leave in the first place. I was relieved to have someone know about my desire for my sister and pleased that person didn’t freak out. Now I just had to hope my baby sis was okay with this. She didn’t have to feel the same. I just needed her to know. My heart pounded as I pulled into the garage. I exited my jeep and slowly made my way inside. Izzy was sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn in her lap and a movie on. She turned to look up and her face turned red. She immediately got up and headed to our room.
“Izzy wait! We need to talk!’ I yelled after her.
“I don’t want to talk about anything.” She said still walking towards our room.
“Izzy stop.” I ran up to her and grabbed her by the arm halting her. She tried to pull away but I tightened my grip. Next thing I know I get punched in my mouth. It didn’t hurt but pissed me off for a split second, and in that split second I grabbed her by both arms and threw her on the living room rug.
“Fucking stop it and listen to me!” I shouted at her.
“No. I want to pretend it didn’t happen. Is that so hard?” She said attempting to stand. I pushed her back down and pinned her by her wrists, sitting on top of her.
“No we can’t just pretend. We have to talk about this and you need to hear me out.” The whole time I spoke she was repeating the word no and flailing around trying to get up. It was hard to hold her down without hurting her.
“Fuck it!” Was the last sentence to pass my lips before I smashed my body against hers and planted a passionate kiss on her mouth. She went limp and parted her lips, letting my tongue glide against hers. She was kissing me back. I couldn’t believe it. The kiss lasted long and we were breathing hard when we broke away. She looked up at me with her big doe eyes and whispered.
“Why?”
This wasn’t going exactly how I imagined it but I told her anyways.
“Because I want you Izzy. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You turn me on like no other girl can and you don’t even try. I know what you’re thinking. You probably don’t want to believe this because I’m your brother and yes I know I’m a jerk and I’m so sorry for that. Please just let me explain.” She stayed quiet but nodded. I was surprised she didn’t flip out. I let her get up and we sat on the couch.
“I just want you to know that I don’t hate you even though I act like I do. I only do that because I hate feeling this way about you but not being able to do anything about it because we’re related. I know it’s hard to understand how I can just accept wanting to bang my sister but it took me awhile. I’ve been feeling this way for a long time now. I understand if this disgusts you. I’m not asking you to feel the same. Just please understand.”
She stayed silent. Debating in her head what she wanted to say.
“I believe you Eric. To be honest, I had been fantasizing about you the past week. I feel like there’s something wrong with me. This scares me. I guess it makes me feel better to know it’s mutual and I’m not alone but… what do we do? What does this mean? Should we tell mom and dad?”
“NO!” I shouted, throwing my hands up like I could physically stop the thought. She looked startled at my outburst.
“You know mom and dad would freak.” I said and she nodded in agreement.
“You’re right. They’d probably take us out of school to homeschool us and get us counseling.” She laughed.
“Not to mention baptize us and pray every night that we’re forgiven for our sins.” We both chuckled. The first time in a long time that we bonded. I grabbed her face and kissed her again. She didn’t stop me but I caught her off guard.
“This doesn’t bother you does it?” I asked after pulling away. She shook her head no so I kissed her again. Her lips were so soft and her tongue was so smooth and slippery. God I just wanted her licking my cock so bad. I kissed her until we were gasping.
“Tell me Izzy. What were you thinking about when you fucked yourself earlier?” I asked in between kisses, gently playing with her hair. She hesitated.
“You’re making out with your brother but you can’t tell him who you were thinking about?” I questioned.
“That’s just it. I was thinking about you…well you and Mike but when I squirted I was fantasizing about you.” I stopped and pushed her back.
“Mike?!” I glared. Jealousy making me wish he wasn’t alive.
“Calm down Eric it’s not a big deal.”
A big deal?! Fuck yes it was!
“Prove to me you were thinking about me. Prove you want me like I want you.” I whispered in her ear, nibbling on it.
“How?” She asked. I flashed her a devious smile.
“Suck my cock Izzy. Right here, right now.” Her eyes widened.
“But I-I’ve never–.”
“I know.” I said interrupting her.
“It will be fine. Please just suck on it a little.” I pleaded biting my bottom lip seductively, looking into her eyes. I saw her melt with lust and she gave in. I unbuttoned my pants and told her to get in between my legs on the floor. She was trembling revealing how nervous she was. I squeezed her hand before pulling my cock from my jeans. My fully erect penis was now on display for my sister. She hesitantly grabbed it. Once her hand was around it she squeezed, making me grunt a little.
Knowing it was my sister and not some slut I called my girlfriend for a few weeks made me harder and bigger than I’ve ever been.
She started licking up the shaft of my dick, making me moan. Her tongue flicked over the head before wrapping her lips around it. Her mouth was so warm and moist. She began putting it farther in, wetting it immensely.
“Oh god Izzy mmm.” I gasped. She started sucking, creating loud slurping sounds.
“Fuck!” I moaned. Watching my baby sister go down on me made me want to instantly cum but I held it back. I grabbed a fist full of her blonde hair and started slowly pushing my cock deeper. She gagged and pulled away.
“It’s okay baby you can take it.” I said bringing her mouth back down on my dick. She slowly got it deeper, moaning the whole time. I loved that she was enjoying herself. Without warning she shoved my ten inch cock all the way down her throat. I gasped, bucking my hips and throwing my head back in ecstasy. She started sucking faster and faster and when she pulled away there were long strings of saliva connecting between her lips and my throbbing dick. She slurped it off before shoving it back in her mouth.
I began pushing her head until I was fucking her throat. She gave me complete control. My balls were slapping against her chin. She moaned causing a vibration to stimulate my dick.
“Oh Izzy FUCK YES!” I groaned as hot thick cum shot to the back of her throat. She clenched her fists into the couch cushions as I rammed away at her mouth. My load was bigger than its ever been. She couldn’t swallow it all. It dripped off her chin as she milked the last of it out of my cock. It had sprayed across her cheek and was dripping on the carpet.
I laid my head back panting. My dick went limp. Izzy was still in between my legs wiping her mouth. I looked down at her once more.
“That was amazing.” I stated and she blushed.
“Come here.” I beckoned her, taking off my shirt. She stood and I pulled her to my lap. I used my shirt to wipe away my cum on her face and then gently kissed her. She laid her head on my shoulder while I rubbed her body making her shudder.
“Thank you.” I whispered to her squeezing her softly. We stayed like that until we heard our parents open the front door. I practically threw her off me. We had to act normal which ment I had to act like an asshole even when I really didn’t want too. At least until tonight when we retreat to our room.

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Fantasy

Karen’s Story-2

DEAR READER: this is the second instalment about Karen, her horny brother and I. Hope you enjoy it as much as I liked writing it. Still, since this is a pornographic story, let’s not take this all too serious. We’re all here to have some fun, right?
The day after Karen had told me about that one time her brother fucked her out of pure lust, we were doing the dishes in my kitchen. I’ve got a nice three-room apartment in the centre of Amsterdam, but I guess you don’t want to hear about that.
Actually, I was still very curious about the event that took place between Karen en Peter a few months ago. So, while I was drying the dishes I asked her: “Tell me Karen, how did it feel to be fucked by your own brother?”
Karen looked at me and said: “Hey, I thought we went over this already and you were cool with it. It was only a onetime thing, honey.”
“I know, and trust me; I don’t bother me that much. He’s your brother, you love each other…”
Karen was still a bit surprised by my way of seeing things, but grateful nonetheless. “Thanks for being so understanding, hon.”
“That’s okay. Besides, I always get a hard on thinking about him and you fucking each other. It makes me horny as hell,” I told her while I pressed my crotch into her butt.
“I can feel that. Okay, what do you want to know?”
“Just tell me how it felt.”
“It felt… wonderful. I mean, yes I like cock and especially big cocks that stretch up my cunt as much as possible. Cocks like yours,” she said with a smile. I gave her a small kiss on the lips for that one and pressed my dick a little harder against her ass. I know she likes stuff like that a lot. And she has a great ass for it too.
“Hmmm… press harder… yesss…. Where was I?”
“Your brothers cock in your tight cunt.”
“Well, because it was my brother fucking me that night, I felt especially sluttish. I mean, he just grabbed me from behind and basically pulled me onto his cock. He ploughed away in such a pace, I could hardly keep up with him. Don’t forget you and I hadn’t had sex for over two weeks, since you were out of the country at that time, so I was horny as hell.”
She was right. I was out working on a film in France at the time, and I wouldn’t be back for another two weeks if I remembered correctly. What Karen told me, got me so hot. I pulled up her skirt, en pulled down her underwear. I looked at her lovely buns. I got down on my knees while she was still standing at the kitchen sink, with her hands in the soapy water. “Tell me more,” I said in a demanding tone.
“Oh, god, I get hot just thinking about it.”
“I can see that,” I said. I pulled her buttocks a little bit apart and saw her already soaked cunt lips and her beautiful little brown star. I just loved the sight of it: that lovely ring of dark skin, just around her asshole. I also loved the sweet smell: a combination of her soapy ass and cunt juice. If they would ever sell that in bottles, someone would be rich. I neared her ass and started to lick the outside of her asshole.
“Oh, yess Robert, please, go on… suck it. Use your tongue on my little hole.”
I disengaged for just a moment “Please Karen, tell me more.” And then put the tip of my tongue in her ass.
“Oh-oh, all right. Hold on…” She put her hands on the side of the counter just to keep her balance. “So, while he was fucking me hard, I just wanted more. I was so hot; I just wanted him to cum inside of me. I needed to feel his sperm, my brother’s cum. I felt like a dirty slut for thinking it, but at that moment just did not care. And I don’t think I really had a choice, cause he had me in a firm grasp. He was holding me just above my ass, shoving me on his dick and pushing me back and forth over the carpet.”
I put two fingers in her soaked cunt at that moment, and she let out a low moan. I scraped her sensitive clit with my fingernail and then she came.
“Yessss, Oooh, I am cumming!!” she screamed, her voice echoed through the room.
I wasn’t finished with her yet, and kept on sticking my tongue in her ass. I fucked her with the tip of my tongue, enjoying the taste, and her story. Not surprisingly I had a hard on that was about to rip through my pants. “Go on, tell me more… I thought you weren’t on the pill in those days by the way.”
“No I wasn’t. I was ‘between pills’ sort of speak and yes, we fucked unprotected.”
“Peter could have gotten you pregnant…” I said wondering.
“I guess so. Thank God that didn’t happen. Would have been a hell of a story,” she laughed. “Let’s move to the couch for a moment, hon.”.
We moved to the sofa in the living room. Karen zipped her skirt and threw it on the floor. Her underwear was still stuck around her left ankle and she removed that too. Then she sat down next to me, sitting on one leg, with her foot touching her pussy. Her lips were standing open a little bit and I could see her wetness inside.
I pulled out my dick and started to stroke it. “Let me help you with that,” Karen said and put her hand around my cock. She had a special way of stroking me. This time she used a lazy slow stroke. She knew it would take a long time to make me cum that way. Apparently she had a lot more to tell…
“You took a pretty big risk, letting him cum inside you” I panted.
“Maybe, but I took a bigger chance afterwards….”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, since the rabbit is out of its hole, I might just as well tell you the whole story.” Her grip on my dick got tighter while she said this. It felt wonderful. At the same time I was wondering what the hell she was talking about. Last night she told me her brother only fucked her that one time and that was the end of that. Was there more to add I wondered.
“Listen, Rob. I haven’t been totally honest with you. Just hear me out, okay. And let me explain. Then judge me,” she said while still stroking my dick. It is always hard for me to think straight when she’s doing that. A fact she took advantage of.
Karen resumed her story. After her brother filled her up with his load, they kissed. He went to his room, and she went to hers. She sat down on the bed with her back against the wall, to recover from her heavy orgasm. Peter’s cum was still drooling from her slit. She scooped up some and got a taste. She loved the taste of his cum. Actually, she likes all cum. Karen is a real cumbucket if you’ll give her the chance. Then, Peter knocked on her door. “Can I come in for a second sis, I think we need to talk.” First Karen thought about covering up her body, but then figured since he just fucked her a moment ago, it didn’t really matter. “Sure, come in.”
Peter stepped into her room. He only wore a boxer short and a t-shirt. He was also carrying a small digital photo camera. Seeing her naked body stopped him in his tracks. “God, you are so fucking hot. Robert is one hell of a lucky guy.”
“I guess you got lucky too, tonight.”
Pete smiled and sat down on the chair across from the bed. “You’re cunt is still drooling.”
“And you are still hard…” Karen smiled while she saw the tent in his shorts.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Listen, I don’t feel guilty for what we just did. As a matter of fact I loved it. I loved fucking you.”
Karen didn’t reply. She was starting to feel a little bit self-conscious about her nakedness.
“Karen, you are my sister. And I love you.”
“I know that, silly.”
“Don’t get me wrong here. I am not in love with you, just love you…”
“Like a brother. As I do you. So what’s the matter? What are you trying to tell me, Pete?”
She noticed the camera in his hand, and the idea dawned on her. She knew Peter had this photo fetish. He made pictures of the girls he fucked and collected them in a scrapbook. She actually found the book once. Seeing the pictures of the naked girls got her hot and she masturbated in his bedroom while she looked at them. Peter always made more than one picture. But he always took one of the dripping cunts he had filled with his seed. And he wanted to take a picture of his sister’s pussy.
When I heard this, I had to laugh a little bit. I was also very curious about this collection of his. Karen was still stroking me and picked up the pace a little bit. I was getting closer to my orgasm and she knew it.
She continued her story: Peter asked her if he could photograph her cunt and the thought that she would be one of his lays got her really hot again. There was one problem however. Her pussy was dried up at that point because all his sperm had leaked out.
Karen was still horny. “Okay, listen. I am still as horny as hell. It will be two weeks at least before Robert gets back from his gig. And we already fucked each other once this evening. I need your cock in my cunt once more, Pete. But we have to promise each other that it will only be this night. A night of fucking each other’s brains out.”
Pete agreed and loved the idea of fucking that tight cunt of hers once more.
“I think we gotta hurry, because Jeanine might come back within the hour,” Pete said. Jeanine was their sister, and she was out with some of her friends. Pete was the oldest one, 28 years old. That might be too old an age to still be living at one’s parents, but actually Peter moved back in after the break up with his fianc? while ago. Jeanine was 25, and Karen was the Benjamin of the bunch, only 24 years old. She still had her bedroom at her parent’s house, but was spending most of her time at my place anyway. Jeanine however was sort of the wallflower of the family; we all guessed that she would live with her parents for a long time. Although Karen and Peter were close, Jeanine and Karen weren’t. Peter couldn’t really stand her that much either. And the thought of them being caught by her, wasn’t really appealing.
“Well, then. Let’s do it. Come here and put your dick in me, fast,” Karen said excitedly.
When I thought about her brother fucking her twice, I couldn’t hold back my orgasm. My dick spurted my cum, like it was a volcano. My sperm landed on Karen’s hand, and some on my thighs.
“Wow, this story really makes you hot doesn’t it?” she said while she took my tool in her mouth to clean up. Her velvety soft mouth around my dick felt great. She really knew how to clean up, my Karen.
“So you guys fucked twice that night?”
Karen let my cock drop out of her mouth and started to lick the sperm from my thigh.
“Yes, I am sorry I didn’t tell you this before. I was afraid it would be too much for you.”
“Are you sure you only fucked twice?”
She straddled herself on my legs, my half erect cock against her cunt lips and said, “So far, yes.”
“What?”
“Kiddin’ honey. It won’t happen again. I promise,” she said with a pout lip. She took my half erect tool and pressed it against her clit. I became hard instantly. She impaled herself on my cock and started to ride me.
“You know what; you might as well finish your story. I like to know everything…”
“And so you shall,” she said panting. She was soaking wet. I could tell that the memory of the fuck-fest with her brother and the fact that my dick was filling her up at that moment made her extremely horny.
She continued narrating while we fucked: Pete stepped out of his boxers and tore off his t-shirt. Then he literally jumped his sister. He lay between her legs and pointed his dick at her entrance. He pressed the head against her labia.
“Come Pete, fuck your little sister. And fuck her hard, because she needs it.” Karen kissed him, her tongue swirling around in his mouth. Pete pressed the head of his dick into her wet cunt, but only the head. Then he pulled out, repeating his movement. He put the head of his dick just a little bit in her cunt. He felt her lips sucking him in. He couldn’t hold out no more and pushed the rest of his dick straight in to her cunt.
“Ooh yeah, you totally fill me up. I can feel your dick pressing against my cervix.”
Pete fucked her like a madman. Pounding his dick into her soaking wet slit, pressing her against the wall. She opened her legs wider, so he could go even deeper into her. She lay her feet onto his shoulders.
“Ooh, yeah. I love your tight cunt Karen. I love fucking your brains out.”
“Me too, brother. Me too.” Karen felt a new orgasm raving inside her body and grabbed Pete’s ass tightly.
Karen was screaming out loud. She felt her brother’s cock being buried deep inside her and hoped this fuck would never end. She loved the sight of his dick disappearing into her cunt, only to reappear covered with her juices. She never felt so much love for her brother as she did that day.
Pete started to lick her left nipple and sucked hard on the little thing.
“Oh, Pete. Suck it. Suck it, baby. My nipples are so sensitive…oooh, aaah.’ Another orgasm came and went and she was still building up another big one.
While Karen was telling this, she went up and down my shaft in a raving speed. Her tits bounced up and down, and I could feel that I was getting close to filling her up with cum. The thought of her brother doing the same thing to her little pussy, made me delirious with horniness. “Yes Robert, fuck me just like Peter did.”
I grabbed her, threw her on the couch, I pulled her legs apart violently and pounded my dick into her. She laid the same way she did that night on the bed, while her brother was fucking her.
Although it was hard for her to talk because her body shook because of my pounding, she finished her story quickly.
Peter pinched both her nipples, which took her over the edge. Karen had a hell of an orgasm, which lasted for at least three minutes. All the while Pete still fucked her, while she shivered from the orgasmic waves that were splashing over her. Pete finally said:
“Yess, hold on, I am cumming. I am going to cum…”
“Yeah, yeah, fill me up Pete! Put your hot seed into my womb!” And that’s just what happened. Pete pushed in one last time and started to spurt what must have been the biggest load he ever produced, into his sister’s womb.
Karen held on to his back, while she felt his sperm filling her up. It felt nice and warm. And it just kept coming and coming.
“Ooh God, sis, this is great. This is the best fuck I’ve ever had….”
Peter kept his dick in her cunt until it shrunk to a smaller size. Then he slowly pulled out, not really ever wanting to leave the nicest pussy he ever fucked. His dick was covered with his own seed and her juice.
“Quick, get your camera, before it’s all gone,” Karen said. Pete got his camera and shot a few nice pictures of her pussy dripping with his seed. When I heard that I decided I definitely must see that scrapbook of his. While he was snapping away, Karen heard someone move in the hallway. During their fuck the door got a little bit ajar and now there seemed to be two peering eyes. But Karen wasn’t sure what she saw. Her brain was just fried by being fucked by her older brother. Karen looked down at her soaked pussy, then back to the door. There seemed to be no one there.
Pete finished shooting pictures. He gave her a long passionate kiss. She looked one more time at his dick and decided that it was not a good idea to ever do this again. Though it had felt lovely, she still rather fucked her regular boyfriend instead of her brother. (Thank God.)
When Karen finished her story, she must have had a dozen of small orgasms already and while I listened I fucked her cunt hard. Now I couldn’t hold back and while I stuck my tongue deep in her mouth – I came. Very loud.
“AAAAAAAAHHRGHH!” I screamed. I felt the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock while I filled her up with my sperm.
“God, Karen. That was definitely the hottest story I’ve ever heard.”
Karen gave me a kiss. I pulled out my dick. Her pussy lips were all red by the hard fucking we did and this gave a nice contrast with the white seed spilling from her void.
“Robert, I love you. I love you so much. Thanks for understanding,” she smiled. We kissed once more.
“I am glad you told me. Now, are you sure this was the last of it?”
“Yeah. We’ve never fucked again. I promise.”
I sat next to her on the couch and felt exhausted.
“I am wondering about one thing though.”
“What’s that?”
“This happened three months ago. What made you decide to tell me now? Why not sooner and why at all?”
Karen suddenly got off the couch, holding a hand against her pussy so she wouldn’t leak any sperm on the carpet. She went to the toilet, left the door open and sat down. I heard her pee starting to flow in the toilet bowl.
“Sorry, I just had to pee so badly.”
I loved watching her pee. I loved everything about her. She took some toilet paper en wiped clean her cunt lips. “There are two reasons while I told you this.” She flushed the toilet and walked back into the living room. She sat next to me on the couch and crawled up to me. She laid her head against my chest and looked deep into my eyes.
“So tell me why,” I asked her again. “Okay, first of all. I think our love is strong enough now for you to know. I was afraid you might freak out, but somehow had the feeling it would be okay to tell you.” I smiled. I loved her vote of confidence.
“Secondly, I was afraid you might find out anyway. You see, Jeanine caught us doing it that night. I didn’t know for sure, but apparently she did. She got home. I guess Pete and I made a lot of noise, because she heard something while coming up the stairs. Now you know her bedroom is next to mine. She heard noise coming from my room and since she is always been a Nosey Parker, she couldn’t help but take a little peek to see what was going on. She saw Pete fuck me on the bed and even saw him taking pictures of my dripping pussy.”
“Fuck,” was all I could muster.
“Fuck indeed,” Karen said.
“So what happened?”
Karen gave me a long kiss and then laid her head on my chest. “The little bitch didn’t tell me at first. Actually she acted like nothing was going on. Pete and I went our ways. Actually I stayed out of his way deliberately for a while because I needed some time to think about all that happened. Like I said, I didn’t want it to happen again. And when you got back it didn’t have to.”
I started to caress her nipples out of habit, but I felt her immediate response. Her nipples got hard as rocks.
“Three days ago, she told me she saw what happened and she threatened to tell you if I didn’t do something for her first.”
“She blackmailed you?”
“Yeah, she did. Fucking bitch. Ooh, that feels good honey. Please a bit harder.” I pinched her nipples a bit harder. Then I moved my right hand down her stomach and started to play with her pubic hair.
“What did she want you to do?” I asked curiously.
*** She told me what happened next. I will tell you that story later.

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